He didn’t say anything I hadn’t considered myself, and his last argument confirmed what I hoped to be true—that Eithne was ready to cooperate rather than treat me as a backup source of information.
Riagán stretched on the couch and returned to the game.
“That’s it?” I couldn’t resist.
He flashed one of his smiles. “You weren’t planning to move there anyway,” he said. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have sent that Trinitian child away.”
I chuckled. “I sent him away so that he wouldn’t give you a reason to kill him,” I replied. “But you’re right, I’m not moving there.”
“Even if Albert asked you to?” he asked with what seemed a genuine curiosity.
I cringed, both at the unvoiced suggestion in his words, and at the fishing for information. The gossip of Albert’s relationship with me still circled
